It's been over 30 years since we fell in love with the Lake Superior area. We purchased a forlorn log cabin on 40 acres, near Finland, MN, and dreamed of how this tiny space could be a seasonal retreat for our growing family. We loved the simple life it afforded us, nestled in a beautiful place in the country.
Beauty came with challenges. A towering but too-close tree fell on the roof. The shifting logs offered invitation to woodland guests. We tolerated flies, ants, snakes and mice. And then bats. (Our toddler alerted "Mousie on the ceiling"). The final goodbye to the "old cabin" came when Mama Squirrel birthed a litter in a kitchen drawer. Enough.
In 2008, we built a new cabin. Still tiny, but tight. No unexpected visitors. My favorite place is the porch, where I sit in a rocking chair that looks a bit like a snowshoe. I'm surrounded by luxurious yarn and buckets of stones I've collected. I never tire of the routine: coffee, clicking needles, creativity. All savored with a view of Sawmill Dome.